“And scared Nellie so she fell in,” added Margie. “It’s a wonder she didn’t know it was a deer.”
“That’s right. She just called it some big animal. But I’m sure the deer was around here. It must be here yet.”
“Sure,” agreed Margie. “Do you think, after we eat our lunch, we should try to find the deer? It would be a good joke on the boys if we found it first, wouldn’t it?”
“Just scrumptious!” laughed Lucy. “But I think maybe we had better not go off deer hunting by ourselves. That deer has horns and it might be dangerous.”
“Besides, we might get lost looking for it,” went on Margie. “The woods are thick and dark once you go a little way from Buttermilk Falls. But we can tell the boys about the deer and they can come here and hunt it.”
“Yes. And now let’s eat our lunches. I’m starved!”
“So am I!” assented Margie. “I have some lovely chicken sandwiches that mother put up for me.”
“I have only ham sandwiches,” said Lucy. “But I have a big piece of chocolate cake.”
“I’ll trade you a chicken sandwich for a piece of chocolate cake,” Margie offered.
“That will make it just right!” laughed Lucy. She ran ahead of Margie but suddenly came to a stop.